"Are you ready?"
Thinking of this, Andrew held the doorknob, holding his breath.
"All right." Holding a white cloth, Jo was ready at any time.
He opened the door and observed the surroundings.
Soon, Andrew found an old villager walking toward them.
These villagers looked dull and moved slowly. It was as easy as turning a palm to predict their movements.
"Ready! 3... 2... 1... Move!"
Andrew shouted and opened the door. Jo threw cloth out almost at the same time and put it on the villager's neck.
Then Andrew and Jo pulled the villager into their room.
The door was slammed shut.
Andrew and Jo hurried to fill the crack.
"Wow!" the moment the villager was pulled into the room, a strange and chaotic sound was heard.
As if something had been torn apart from his body, he twisted in pain.
"Press him down!"
Andrew and Jo rushed forward and stopped him.
The power that erupted from this withered body in pain was appalling. For a time, even the two of them couldn't hold on.